Good as Gone

by Amy Gentry

hoist one foot over the top bunk railing and giggle until Julie said, Shhh, Janie, go back to sleep.

closet door had come to rest three inches from

The sailboat shook on its embroidered waves.

Could he hear the creak in her ears each time her thundering heart shook the little boat?

ache. “Can I make you some tea?” “I’d like to get out of the house.” The

head space.

thoroughfare.

It’s so easy to forget how terrible the world is. Tragedy reminds us. It is purifying in that way. But when it starts to fade, you have to return to the source, over and over.